Growing old and forgetful, her mind betrayed,
Barbara, once gentle, now a tempest's rage,
Alzheimer's cruel grasp, a storm unchained,
Innocence lost, memories on a fading page.
Her eyes once filled with love, now distant, wild,
A caregiver's heart, with patience, reconciled,
But as she battles demons, lost in her despair,
I'll shield her from the storm, though it's hard to bear.
Through every violent tempest, I'll remain,
A lighthouse in the night, a steadfast chain,
For in her darkest moments, love's my creed,
Alzheimer's can't extinguish the love we need.
Though storms may rage and test our every turn,
In this battle, love's the lesson we must learn.
My mom died of this terrible disease; I know it all too well. This is a great poem, well written and true to its subject.
For in her darkest moments, love's my creed, Alzheimer's can't extinguish the love we need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'For in her darkest moments, love's my creed, Alzheimer's can't extinguish the love we need'. Wonderful pledge of total commitment. I love this